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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535401" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Aletheia To Phraortes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AFTER THE SACKAGE OF MILETOS</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Phraortes! where art thou?<br>The flames were panting after us, their darts Had pierced to many hearts<br>Before the Gods, who heard nor prayer nor vow;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Temples had sunk to earth, and other smoke<br>O'er riven altars broke<br>Than curled from myrrh and nard,<br>When like a God among<br>Arm'd hosts and unarm'd throng<br>Thee I discern'd, implored, and caught one brief regard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou passest: from thy side<br>Sudden two bowmen ride<br>And hurry me away.<br>Thou and. all hope were gone<br>They loost me . . and alone<br>In a closed tent 'mid gory arms I lay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How did my tears then burn<br>When, dreading thy return,<br>Behold thee reappear!<br>Nor helm nor sword nor spear .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In violet gold-hemm'd vest<br>Thou camest forth; too soon!<br>Fallen at thy feet, claspt to thy breast,<br>I struggle, sob, and swoon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O send me to my mother! bid her come,<br>And take my last farewell!<br>One blow!. . enough for both. . one tomb. .<br>'Tis there our happy dwell.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou orderest: call'd and gone<br>At once they are who breathe for thy command.<br>Thou stoodest nigh me, soothing every moan,<br>And pressing in both thine my hand,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, and then only, when it tore<br>My hair to hide my face;<br>And gently did thy own bend o'er<br>The abject head war-doomed to dire disgrace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ionian was thy tongue,<br>And when thou badest me to raise<br>That head, nor fear in aught thy gaze,<br>I dared look up . . but dared not long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Wait, maiden, wait! if none are here<br>Bearing a charm to charm a tear,<br>There may (who knows?) be found at last<br>Some solace for the sorrow past.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mother, ere the sounds had ceast,<br>Burst in, and drew me down:<br>Her joy o'erpowered us both, her breast<br>Covered lost friends and ruin'd town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet thought! but yielding now<br>To many harsher! By what blow<br>Art thou dissevered from me? War,<br>That hath career'd too far,<br>Closeth his pinions. 'Come, Phraortes, come<br>To thy fond friends at home!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus beckons Love. Away then, wishes wild!<br>O may thy mother be as blest<br>As one whose eyes will sink to rest<br>Blessing thee for her rescued child!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ungenerous stil my heart must be:<br>Throughout the young and festive train<br>Which thou revisitest again<br>May none be happier (this I fear) than she!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walter+Savage+Landor">Walter Savage Landor</a><div class=q>
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Phraortes! where art thou?
The flames were panting after us, their darts Had pierced to many hearts
Before the Gods, who heard nor prayer nor vow;

Temples had sunk to earth, and other smoke
O'er riven altars broke
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